horrible experiences, painful and demeaning.

but after the bottle of pinot noir, i was able to sleep... dreamlessly... for two hours.

cuddled upon request for about 30 seconds before being pushed away twice and called the wrong name.


meet mengtar.

drove home just in time to see my nearly300lb. roommate sleeping naked on the couch in a puddle of his own sweat with a puke-bucket next to him... in my fucking minnesota twins blanket. don't you own a fucking bed??!!!

that thing has persevered through gaybuttsex and fatty puke. twinkies, i'm sorry texas disgraces your name. one day, i will make it up to you.

once i work myself past exhaustion and into delerium, i will give a content smile and talk to a stranger and dance.

also, i saw oldhistoryteacherfromtwoyearsagox ((great teacher, had an A, dropped the class)) at jupiter house yesterday morning and he said, "hi, mengtar." we haven't spoken or made eye contact since i dropped. i almost cried. i was also on vicodin and wasn't sure how to say hi back. he's there from 7-9am ((hours before my prime snooze-button marathon)) on most weekdays. i've never had the balls to say hi. just last month we moved up to making eye contact.

i secretly hope that one day i'll sit down and tell him all of my problems, and he will solve them, because he's old and wise, and then he'll introduce me to his handsome grandson that may or may not exist.